dedication, naive and true

This one is for all the mothers out there who have walked a mile in these shoes. This is for all the women who get up each morning and give the day their very best, no matter what they're feeling in that moment. For moms who wear sunglasses all the time to hide their tears. Women who can't listen to songs without breaking down. For those who cry alone in the shower. For moms who are trying to pick up the pieces. For moms who have other children to care for and somehow manage to pull it off. For moms who have to explain to their small children what death and dying is. For women who entered the hospital with child, only to exit without. For moms who have only a set of ink footprints or a photo as remembrance. For those moms who now visit tiny grave sites or have an urn in their house. For moms who can't bear to throw away any paperwork that has to do with their lost child; who saved the plastic bag their baby's ashes came home in. For moms who's friends forgot about them, who's family carried on with their own lives and forgot to ask "how are you feeling today?". For moms who found comfort in words on a screen because the people in their life are too scared to talk to them about it. For moms who find solace in the kind words of a stranger, who find a bit of peace from the people who were there when it all happened. For moms who feel like their spouse has forgotten. For moms who never let a day go by without thoughts of them. I dedicate this to those women who know what it's like to be me.